How to live in a Fake World 🤔

There are people in your life who will make you feel happy for a while and then leave you in middle of your crisis. In the present scenario trust is being questioned! Trust is a very sensitive intangible presence of essence in everyone's life. In our early days we didn't had much trust issues but when we enter in our early adulthood we face trust issues with persons which ultimately drop us in a situation to not to believe anyone.
We meet people, become so close with them and think that they will stand for you no matter what but later only you will understand they stood with you for their personal needs. They will finish all the dealings with you after their use. Your gain or pain is nothing which worries them. Real friends will never get jealous in your achievements. They may criticise you or make fun of you without hurting your emotions in your private time but they will never do it in public, they will never speak anything negative about you to others. But then there are people may be 'so called friends' they will be jealous is your achievements they plan many ways to torture you mentally. They always find reasons to misunderstand you or get away from you.
You feel like isolated everything is not under your control you will be mentally depressed as well. What can we do in such situations ? Just Smile
Because your smile happiness and success is the best revenge you can do for them. Be real in the fake and love yourself immensely. You can be happy only when you love yourself. Do what is right for you, believe in Karma which will be with you for what you do. So stay happy and confident in the fake world. Find your inner purity and peace though among the egoist jealous individuals. Let them be more jealous of your achievements and happiness.

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